And here's a few more that aren't fully elaborated scenes but snippets of dialogue containing exchanges that I would hate to see going to waste, so I am going to publish them here even if they aren't fully (or even remotely) fleshed out and most of you wouldn't even know what to do with them anyway :)

1) A conversation originally planned for the Norway chapters:

"It does bother me," Thor began reluctantly, indicating his brother's Jotun appearance with a movement of his hand. "I don't want it to but it does. I don't know why."

"Because you are racist," Loki whispered but to Thor's surprise, there was no hostility or anger in his voice.

"I'm not—"

"We both grew up believing in the superiority of the Asgardian race. This is not your fault."

"Oh, this isn't my fault? That's one thing at least."

"Please, stop jesting," Loki pleaded. "Your humor exhausts me."

Thor knew it was time to cut the bullshit, as Tony Stark would say. He could not fool his brother anyway. Loki was far too perceptive and far too intelligent and if Thor truly wanted to heal the rift between them, it was time to stop pretending because Loki would figure out the truth eventually and he would only hate him more if he found out that Thor had been lying to him. "Cards on the table, then?" Thor asked.

"Cards on the table," Loki demanded. "All of them."

Thor gave a nod. He'd expected all along that Loki had somehow been involved in the Kurse's assault upon Asgard and it didn't change anything. Not anymore. He had seen the hurt in Loki's eyes only moments before and he knew that if Loki had been in any way responsible for Frigga's death, he deeply regretted it and that was punishment enough. "I'm sorry."

"Me too." Loki had spoken in such a low voice that Thor wasn't sure he'd heard right. A heavy silence crept over them and for a few moments, they just stood there, surveying each other as if they were seeing the other for the first time.

2) Part of the arrival at the Avengers compound when I still thought Loki and Thor would arrive by themselves:

"Last time I saw you, you looked a little more … human," Tony Stark mumbled as he surveyed Loki, narrowing his eyes at his blue skin.

"I told you he was adopted." Thor gave a shrug.

Valkyrie cast a look at Thor that had just a touch of frustration in it. "But you never said he wasn't Asgardian."

"You never asked," Thor replied. Valkyrie punished him with a look.

"As you can see, I am from Jotunheim," Loki clarified.

"Jotunheim," Valkyrie echoed, incredulously. "But you're not a Frost Giant?"

"I am."

"But Frost Giants are huge," Valkyrie countered, her lips parting in surprise.

"Hence, why they're referred to as giants, I assume," Tony remarked dryly.

"They're huge and hideous and ugly with horns and everything. You are," she paused for a beat, "only blue."

She was paying him half a compliment but all Loki could hear was, You are not a real Frost Giant. You do not fit in with them either. You are tiny compared to their enormous size, you are delicate, and you have smooth skin and … Wait. "She just said I wasn't ugly, did she not?"

"Yes," Valkyrie said, drawing the word out. "But I didn't say you were pretty either."

Loki curled his lips into a half-grin.

3) This was part of it, too, somehow, although I don't remember how:

"Besides, I could really do with some acknowledgment of my qualities," Loki jested.

"Oh yeah?" Valkyrie quipped. "And I always thought you got quite enough acknowledgment of your qualities in the Grandmaster's chambers."

Loki felt his heart jump a little but he discovered that his Jotun body was apparently incapable of sensing the hot rush of embarrassment other bodies suffered from and he was thankful for that much at least.

"What? What does that mean?" Thor asked and Loki felt his brother's eyes burning on his skin as soon as the words were out, hanging in the air like thunder clouds on a heavy summer evening.

"Well," Valkyrie started but Loki slightly shook his head at her, mouthing a no. This was not the right time—and he doubted there would ever be a right time—to talk about Sakaar in his brother's presence. Valkyrie pressed her lips together in compliance with his silent request but the flicker in her eyes told him she would hold the secret over his head if need be and that she would enjoy it beyond all measure.

"It doesn't mean anything really," Valkyrie said. "I was just joking."

4) A conversation originally part of chapter 23 when they were debating if Loki could host the energy of the Mind Stone:

"There's still a chance it doesn't kill him," Stark was saying. "Think about it. If he's already soaked up all those magical signatures, he might have built up a tolerance. Like, when you're not used to it and drink a bottle of booze, you will probably die, but if you've built up a tolerance, you can drink two bottles a day and be relatively okay—like, okay as in not dying."

Thor stared at his friend in utter confusion, his eyebrows drawing together in a frown. "What the hell are you talking about now?"

"This is about the worst comparison ever," grumbled Steve Rogers.

"It's not, actually," Valkyrie objected. "Magic can be as poisonous to the unexperienced sorcerer as actual poison but with practice comes resilience."

"Enough resilience to withstand Infinity Stone magic?" asked Nebula.

5) A converation originally part of chapter 28 after Valkyrie punched Loki after he told them he loves to make things difficult:

"Are you even hearing yourself?" Natasha yelled. "Your chaotic irrational decisions are going to condemn us all to death!"

Loki scrambled to his feet and made a show of brushing imaginary dust from his clothes. "Don't you dare to speak of chaos that way. Do you not realize that the notions of truth and order you value so highly would be worth nothing without the existence of their opposites, which I happen to be the God of? The least you can do is show me a little respect."

"Okay, now you're getting weird," Rocket grumbled.

"Now?" grumbled Clint.

6) A conversation originally part of chapter 37/38 when they discussed their options during/after Thor made his confession:

"But how," the Widow began, her voice trailing off at the sheer outrageousness of their entire situation. "The stones clearly communicate with other people." She glanced at Loki. "Why can we not just …"

"The stones communicate, yes," Loki relented, "but magic is … Well, you do remember how Mjölnir used to operate, don't you?" He looked around. "That hammer had a spell cast upon it. Whosoever holds this hammer, if he be worthy, shall possess the power of Thor," he recited with a pang in his heart. "My point is," Loki continued when he saw their puzzled expressions, "the hammer chose who got to wield it. The stones choose too. They have their own conscience and they will—"

"How convenient then," snarled Barton, "that they choose you of all people to communicate with."

Loki felt the anger rise in the pit of his stomach. "Don't you fret, Barton," he snarled back before he could stop himself. "The Mind Stone chose you too back in the day, didn't it?"

Anger flickered in the archer's eyes and when he raised his hand, Loki did not nothing to stop him even though he saw the blow coming from miles away. Thor gurgled a half-hearted warning but it was too late. Clint Barton's hand slammed against Loki's cheek and the archer howled in pain when the bones in his hand splintered against Loki's cheekbones.

"What?" Rogers exclaimed.

"I think he just broke his wrist," Valkyrie explained flatly. "We are, well, Asgardians are very strong."

And then here's a few very random scenes that I just found but don't remember where and how they were supposed to fit into the story:

Thor was looking at Nebula, still thinking about all the time she had spent in the Avengers facility in the weeks following the devastating war; about how often she had sat with the rest of them; connected through an invisible emotional bond woven from sadness, loss and the need for revenge. During all that time, she had never once mentioned to him that she knew of Loki and his struggles even though she had witnessed his decent into genocidal madness firsthand. Rocket was right that digging around in the past would not help them in their present predicament but he could still feel a slight rage tremble beneath his skin.

"Dammit, you really need a shrink," Tony mumbled.

"What is a shrink?" Loki asked.

"It's slang for a professionally trained person who establishes a therapeutic relationship with an individual suffering from emotional problems in order to help alleviate or modify troublesome thoughts, memories, emotional reactions and/or behavior patterns."

"Therapeutic relationship," Loki echoed quietly.

"Yes, therapy," Tony confirmed. "A verbal interaction between you and such a professionally trained person, who helps you access and reassess your chaotic, unbearable and fragmented memories."

Loki's eyes opened wide. "Without using magic?"

Tony snorted a laugh. "Of course, dipshit."

"They're more evolved here than we ever gave them credit for," Thor conceded.

"How come he made that connection four years ago and you had no idea until now?" Stark asked Thor.

"Because I have been endowed with a cunning intellect while Thor is prone to resolving conflict with his fists." Loki smirked at him. "No offense, brother."

"Not speaking would really be a good look for the two of you," Clint snapped.

Loki's mouth opened in protest but then closed again as soon as Nebula glowered at him before fixing her gaze on Tony. "Seriously, what is it with you two?"

"Don't even bother. This has been going on ever since we landed in Norway." Rocket gave a shrug. "They're probably having a crush on each other or something."

Both Loki and Tony gasped in that kind of how-dare-you-way but said nothing.

"As we were saying," said Bruce, emphasizing every syllable.

Okay, and now I am going back to my next chapter. See you soon, I hope xoxo